The Unknown

As I look out the window I wonder, I wonder if the world is the place for me. Is it fake? Is it real? No one can really tell. All we know is were in it. The only escape is death. Is death joyful or sorrowful? Do we mourn the loss of someone or do we wish them luck? Luck to do well in their next lifetime. This all brings me to my next topic, Is there anything after death? No one knows, The only people who know are those who are dead. How can we ask them? How can we get the information needed? We can't. It's impossible. It's impossible to know what's next. To know what will happen after we die. I for one don't worry; I'm too busy hating. Hating the world, The cold, harsh, cruel world. What is "reality" anyway? Is it another word for what we are? Puppets in God's life designed to please him. Are we? I bet you don't know that either. Are we old souls being tested to see if we are worthy? Worthy to go on from this life to the next. You don’t know. No one knows because God won't let us. He won't let us know why we serve others And work hard so others get benefits. The world is not what it seems, It is not what it appears, It is a place where there's a lot of tears. Countless of them are shed every day. We can't help it though. It's all God's fault, Damn this world and its lies. I wish it would all just stop. I wish I could trust the world. I was wrong; All the world is about is False hope, False happiness, False love, And false bliss. Why can we not be treated fairly? Why must we be left in the dark? God hasn't sent anyone down To Earth since Jesus, if that is even true. What does that tell us? It says we are not loved. It's a free for all. Whether you're an adult, child, male, or female, We all have a right to know. Tell me; Tell me why I am here. I want to know. Am I your pet, Your puppet, Your slave? Tell me why I am left in the dark. Not knowing my purpose. If only you gave me a sign, A little hint as to who I am. Or are that mean? Are you that inconsiderate, That you don't let people know the truth? Are you that weak? To not tell the whole story. Go to hell Lord, If you haven't the decency to level with me. I don’t deserve that, None of us do. Everyone does what you ask, When have you done what we ask? All I want is some answers. Am I going to hell? The cruel underworld of this unholy place, Or will I stay here For the rest of my days? Never leaving, Just filling other soulless bodies with mine. Whatever happens I hate you Lord, For you didn't help me through the unknown.